Teasing the Twin Psychics in the Apocalypse - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

It’s true. If I hadn’t seen those bullet comments, and if Luo Qing’er hadn’t appeared, I probably would have already ended up with Lu Zhou.

People don’t fall asleep in each other’s arms with someone they feel nothing for. Back then, Lu Zhou and I were only one step away from crossing that final line.

Two days before the bullet comments appeared, I heard Lu Zhou ask Lu Hanchen,

“Brother, what should I prepare for a confession? A ring? A necklace?”

Lu Hanchen’s voice was cold as he replied,

“I don’t know.”

My thoughts were a tangled mess, and in that haze, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up at dawn, Lu Hanchen was still asleep.

I was unbearably thirsty, so I crept out the door as quietly as I could-then stopped short in shock.

There was a huge pile of supplies outside Lu Hanchen’s door.

Canned food, chips, instant noodles, frozen dumplings-everything was heaped together in a chaotic pile.

Lu Zhou was crouched in front of that mountain of supplies with his head buried between his knees, like a stray dog that had been abandoned. At the sound of movement, he looked up.

The bloodshot rims of his eyes and the deathly pallor of his face startled me. Only then did I realize that, without my noticing over the past few days, he had grown so terribly gaunt.

“Qin Tang, Brother picked all the flowers.”

His voice caught slightly.

“I searched all night and brought back every supply I could find nearby. There aren’t any flowers left-only some wild grass.”

I went speechless. Lu Zhou’s eyelashes were trembling badly.

This time, he didn’t avoid those moisture-filled eyes. Instead, he let me clearly watch the way the tears fell.

Big drops, one after another. Yet there wasn’t much expression on his face-just those reddened eyes and the faint crease between his brows.

“And this too…”

He pulled out an ugly wooden ring from his pocket. It was crudely made, and one glance was enough to tell it was too big.

“The day I brought Luo Qing’er back, I was looking for a suitable piece of wood. This was the first ring I made for you. It’s too ugly…”

He pressed his lips together.

“I thought that if I made it to the tenth one, one of them would definitely fit your finger. I’d secretly slip it onto your hand while you were asleep, and then…”

“When you woke up, I’d ask if you were willing to be with me. If you weren’t, then starting the next day, I wouldn’t sleep holding you anymore.”

I looked at the tiny wooden ring and said nothing.

“But I messed it up.”

“I was angry that you lied to me. I hate being lied to more than anything. If you had just told me properly, I would’ve let you hold me. I liked it too…”

His knuckles turned white with how tightly he was clenching them, and his voice grew even hoarser.

“I liked being held by you too. I liked sleeping in your arms. But you lied to me, and I was so angry. I thought I’d ignore you for a whole week.”

“But then you stopped looking at me. You looked at my brother instead. Was it because he has the same face as me? That made me even angrier, so I decided I’d ignore you for ten days.”

He looked up at me, lost and confused.

“Every time you touched my brother, I could feel it. You didn’t know that, did you? At the very beginning of the apocalypse, we mutated and developed shared senses. Every time you touched him, I got so angry I felt like I was going to explode. So I secretly kept extending how long I was going to ignore you. I decided I wouldn’t talk to you for half a month, but…”

He stared fixedly at me.

“But then I realized you didn’t care. I was the only one who cared.”

“Your gaze didn’t linger on me anymore. You didn’t care how many days I ignored you. In your eyes, there was only my brother.”

I wanted to run, but my feet felt nailed to the ground.